Nine months after Qin Yu woke up.
Xian Wuyou carried Qin Yu and moved to the Hundred River Town, which was three li away.
The Forgotten City was divided into nearly a hundred towns, and the Hundred River Town was one of them.
Although it was called a town, there were only 11 households in the Hundred River Town, and less than 30 people. It could even be called a village.
Qin Yu's new home was a wooden house built from tree trunks. There were two wooden houses, and the other was Xian Wuyou's house. After living here, Qin Yu could be considered to have truly integrated into the life of the Forgotten City.
On this day, Qin Yu was lying on a rattan chair made by Xian Wuyou, feeling the cool breeze blowing against his hair. His eyes were slightly closed, and he had an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Although the simple days were not as exciting as before, the tranquility allowed Qin Yu to completely relax, and he felt a sense of comfort and peace that he had never felt before.
"You … Are you that 'ghost'??" When Qin Yu's thoughts returned to chaos, a young voice sounded out.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes. Then, he saw a head move closer to him. It was the head of a boy around eight or nine years old. There was a look of curiosity and fear on his face. This was the little mountain that Xian Wuyou spoke of.
It had to be said that Xiao Shan was so scared that he had nightmares for a few days.
Qin Yu sat down with difficulty. Although Xian Wuyou would collect dew for Qin Yu every day, the spiritual energy contained in the dew was limited. It could only heal Qin Yu's external injuries, and healing his spine was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
When Xiao Shan saw Qin Yu's struggling appearance, although he was still a bit scared, he still obediently went up to support Qin Yu.
"Do you still think that I look like a 'ghost'?" Qin Yu was suddenly excited and couldn't help but laugh.
Xiao Shan looked at Qin Yu seriously for a long time, then shook his head and said, "You don't look like it. I know. Sister Xiu said that you were injured, but … the current you is barely worthy of Sister Xiu."
This time, it was Qin Yu's turn to be stiff, and he didn't know how to respond to Xiao Shan's words. The topic changed too quickly.
"That's right, big brother, when are you going to marry Sister Xiu?" Xiao Shan asked seriously as he looked at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu was at a loss for words, and after a long time, he couldn't help but laugh, "You're so mischievous. Child shouldn't interfere in adult matters."
"What do you mean I can't interfere in adult matters? Humph, as long as it's Sister Xiu's matter, I, Xiao Shan, can participate." Xiao Shan said with a resolute face.
Then, his eyes turned, and after looking around sneakily, he leaned close to Qin Yu's ear and whispered, "Big brother, you should marry Sister Xiu. You don't know, but ever since you came, Sister Xiu has been much happier than before. Sometimes she will even hum when walking alone. I heard from my mother that Sister Xiu has fallen in love with you."
Qin Yu smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would be forced to marry by a child … He touched Xiao Shan's head and said, "Okay, Xiao Shan, I will carefully consider what you said, okay?"
Xiao Shan hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Okay, then I will wait for you. I will go to Grandpa Mang's place to learn weaving." With that, Xiao Shan skipped away.
Looking at Xiao Shan's departing figure, Qin Yu's bitter smile gradually stiffened and his brows furrowed tightly.
In the past few months, he had indeed neglected this problem. Or rather, he deliberately did not think about it.
All this time, Qin Yu had been wondering why Xian Wuyou would take such good care of him. Previously, Xian Wuyou pitied him because she wanted to get an answer from him. But now, it had been nine months …
"Could it be that Xian Wuyou has really fallen in love with me?" Qin Yu frowned.
After a long time, Qin Yu sighed, "I hope I am overthinking it."
For so many years, his desire and pursuit of strength had never changed. He, who had a blood feud, would never waste time on emotions. Regardless of whether it was in the past or now, it was still the same.
Moreover, Qin Yu guessed that the Forgotten Land might be the same as the Eternal World. It was both true and false. Even if he was tempted, there would be no blossoming between the two of them. In the end, it would only be a waste of sorrow. Therefore, Qin Yu would not fall in love, nor did he want Xian Wuyou to fall in love.
Just like her name, Qin Yu hoped that she would be worry-free for the rest of her life.
"Grandpa Mang, Xiao Shan only wants to learn how to weave. I want to weave beautiful things like big sister Xiu. As for carving, Xiao Shan does not want to learn …"
Just as Qin Yu was thinking, Xiao Shan's childish voice came from a hundred meters away. Qin Yu slightly turned his head and saw Xiao Shan squatting in a small courtyard. In front of Xiao Shan was an old man with white hair and beard.
The old man's surname was Mang, and he was the oldest person in Hundred River Town. He was good at weaving all kinds of furniture and daily necessities. The things he weaved were loved by the people of Forgotten City. Xian Wuyou's weaving skills were learned from him.
"If you want to make a perfect work, you need to have all kinds of factors. Weaving is to create the shape, wood is to shape the bones, and carving is to depict the spirit. Only when the three are combined can you create a perfect work, just like how a hundred rivers can converge to form a sea."
"Of the three, none of them can be missing, but the depiction of the spirit is the most important. No matter how well you weave, no matter how hard you shape the bones, if you can't depict the spirit, it will always be an object and not a work. So, if you want to learn how to make, you must first learn carving," Elder Mang smiled warmly.
"A hundred rivers can converge to form a sea …" Qin Yu couldn't help but sigh when he heard Elder Mang's words. Although the old man's words sounded ordinary, they contained great principles and great concepts.
"Then why can big sister Xiu learn how to carve?
Could it be that big sister Xiu has already learned carving? "Xiao Shan asked unhappily.
"Of course. Your big sister Xiu's carving skills are not inferior to mine," said Elder Mang.
"Alright, then I'll learn carving." Xiao Shan compromised.
Qin Yu laughed involuntarily.
The quiet days seemed ordinary, but the beauty in the dullness was not something everyone could discover. But Qin Yu had discovered it and was enjoying it.
On this day, Qin Yu was reclining in a rattan chair, quietly looking at Xian Wuyou who wasn't too far away. She was completely focused on what she was doing, and beside her were 10 sets of rattan armor.
It was said that this armor was made for the guards of some large clan in the Forgotten City. Because of the generous rewards, Xian Wuyou had been busy for nearly half a month.
Seeing Xian Wuyou's slender hands dyed black by the vines and her sweat-soaked clothes, Qin Yu couldn't help but feel moved.
No matter how busy she was, Xian Wuyou would always go out early in the morning to collect dew for Qin Yu. When she returned, she would read aloud to Qin Yu. Only after doing that would she start her busy day.
"Wuyou, don't go collecting dew in the future. It won't be of much use to my injuries, alright?" After Xian Wuyou finished a set of armor, Qin Yu said.
Xian Wuyou raised her head. Her dark golden mask covered her face. Although Qin Yu couldn't see her expression, he could see a line of sweat under the mask. Qin Yu couldn't help but feel his heart ache.
"It's fine. As long as I can finish 100 sets of armor, the Li family will pay me half a kilogram of spirit grains. When you eat the dew and spirit grains together, you should be able to recover," Xian Wuyou said expectantly.
Qin Yu's heart throbbed with pain. Although he wanted to ask Xian Wuyou why she was so good to him, he swallowed the words back down. After a long moment of hesitation, he said, "That's right, Wuyou, remember to leave your mark on the armor you weave. Who knows, maybe one day the armor I weave will be passed down for hundreds of generations."
"Mark?
What's a mark? "Xian Wuyou asked curiously.
"A mark represents you. It can be a picture or a word. You can use whatever you want," Qin Yu explained.
"Then … then what would you use as a replacement?" Xian Wuyou lowered her head and thought for a while before raising her head again.
Qin Yu's heart trembled. He smiled and said, "Before I answer you, promise me something."
"What is it?" Xian Wuyou asked.
"Take off your mask, alright?"
Qin Yu looked at the sweat under Xian Wuyou's mask and said softly. Back then, Xian Wuyou didn't wear a mask. It was after that incident that she put on this dark golden mask.